From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Tactile
My palms are sweating against the scratchy, synthetic fur of this Barney plush, and I’m shaking thinking about the seventy cents I just dropped on a single loaf of bread. The mall is absolute chaos today, with everyone losing their minds and getting all crunk over those Talkboy recorders they saw in *Home Alone 2*. I can feel the static electricity clinging to my oversized nylon windbreaker as I push through the crowds, hummed along by Whitney Houston blaring over the speakers. Everything feels so expensive and fast; it’s enough to make a person’s head spin right off.